Max glanced back at Tim. "Even if there is something to be found there, the place is big and we probably wouldn't be able to find it before the sun went down. We should go to the mart first and rest there for the night."

Tim strapped his gloves tighter, squeezing them into fists, feeling the leather bend. He felt it go taught as he curled his fingers, then soften, as he released his grip. He followed the rest of the group as they made their way down to the Super Duper Mart.

Walking through the streets, Max gazed around at all the destroyed building around them. Most used to be people's homes with a few being places of business. Every so often, one of the houses would have the remains of a car sitting near them, most of the paint destroyed and only some of the metal still being intact.

Shaking off the sudden melancholy that fell over him, Max stops just outside the Super Duper Mart and grabs the door handle to yank it open.

Grabbing the door handle, Max yanks on it forcefully and manages to open the door wide. As soon as the light enters the mart, an almost clicking noise is heard as well as a skittering sound. "What do you think is making tha-." As Max attempts to finish his question, an answer is given in the form of a particularly large radroach leaping from the dark and knocking Mark to the ground, attempting to bite him all the while.

The roach's clicking cry is cut off as its head is cut off. Its twitching body lay a few inches away from where Max slowly sat up, rubbing his head. "Yeah. Bumped my head a little, but nothing serious. Mind giving me a hand up?"